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John walked into the locker room, he was the late, of course. “Too much to drink, Bucky?” He heard Curt comment, but he just waved his hand in dismissal.
“I’m perfectly fine.” He retorts. “Just slept in..”
“Yeah sure man..” Harry says, stepping out of the bathroom.
John plops down onto the bench, reaching for his cleats and shinguards. “Who are we even playing today?” He asks, pushing his shinguards into his socks, “Some team from Canada I think,” Rosie mutters. “Ah.. okay.” He replies, pulling his compression brace on. “The ankle still bothering you, Bucky?” “No, Doc says I need to wear it for a few more weeks.”
“Coach said the club got us a Photographer that’s gonna follow us around for the rest of the season.” Rosie says.
“Really?” John pipes, pausing his efforts to tie his cleats. He could never get it right. “Yeah, heard he used to play or something.” Brady laughs, tapping the bench for John to put his foot up, “Let me.” He gestures to the cleats.
“Used to play? What, was he not good or something?” Frank asks. “Quite the opposite actually.” Harry says, “He went to the World Cup and everything. Apparently during the final he tore his hamstring and ACL and couldn’t recover.”
“Damn..Thanks for tying my cleans by the way..” John mutters, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
“You still haven’t learned to tie your cleats yet Bucky? It’s one goddamn YouTube video!” Curt pokes at John. John flips him off, earning himself a smack from Brady.
“Boys! Enough!”
All of their heads shot up at the same time at the sound of Coach Harding. “Coach, Curt started-“ “I don’t care who started it, John.” Harding cuts him off, “Now before we discuss the match, I’d like you all to meet our new Photographer, Gale Cleven.”